No it isn't a terrible joke, just a horrible nightmare. My IV was in several injections had been given, the doc had come in and spoken with me and my husband. Then the anesthesioligist came in and was concerned that there might be some wheezing which might be a sign of an infection. (despite the fact that I'd been on antibiotics for the last week). Anyway, it will be 2-3 weeks at least before he can reschedule me. Right now I just want to crawl in a whole and die. I don't want to have to explain my failure to everyone and yet I will have too. Too bad I have nearly 100 co-workers, most of which know me. I am very angry right now with God. I had actually allowed myself to hope this time . . . should have known better. Sorry this is so negative, but I just don't have enough left in me to be cheery.